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Alcohol
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2005 - 2006 I read you like a folded map
No need to open to find we’re lost in regret
What closed you, me, us, and our minds
Seduced away every good time we ever shared
Has now left us so visibly open
Now just a single word spoken
I’m to you like you are for me
Alcohol in a fresh wound
Why do bridges fall in the dark of night?
Why can mortar not hold back our lies
When we worked so hard to tell them right?
Something’s gone terribly wrong
When alibis don’t hold as they should
How can your voice be so cold
“I’ll get back with you as soon as I’m alone.
Leave your name and number.
And unless you’re in dire need of me
Don’t leave me a message saying 'Call soon',
Cause I hate false hopes.
They’re like alcohol in a fresh wound.”
Most days I wake up with you on my mind
Just as you were when I fell asleep
Most days I walk through with you on my mind
As if you are the very breath I can’t catch or find
Why do bridges fall in the dark of night?
Why can mortar not hold back our lies
When we worked so hard to tell them right?
Something’s gone terribly wrong
When alibis don’t hold as they should
I’ll get back with you as soon as I’m alone
Though don’t expect it to be soon
The bridge leading home fell
Like pouring alcohol into a wound
